My fingers grip my tray – should I whip around and hit him with it? But I’m hungry, I want to eat. I want to be left a
lone. My feet carry me toward the exit, and I can feel hundreds of eyes on my back, at the girl that Emmett is following to teach a lesson.
I’m just about at the double doors when a hand grips my elbow. I’m yanked back, my food flying, and suddenly my back is pushed against the milk dispenser. The cold of the metal is nothing compared to the absolute ice in his gray eyes.
I gasp at the sudden change. Emmett looks murderous. His jaw is clenched, sharpening the hollows of his cheeks, and his nostrils flare. His expression accentuates just how handsome he is, and I’m at the brunt end of his fury.
“Kiss me,” he whispers harshly, just centimeters above my mouth. His breath is hot and smells like the hamburger he was eating. “Kiss me and you can have it back.”
“What?” I gasp at the sudden warmth and pressure of his body against mine. He leans closer, and amidst the fury I can see it.
How much he wants me.
It burns within him, is eating him from the inside out.
Emmett Jameson wants me. And he’s angry.
And I don’t know anymore. Is his anger from my defiance? From my refusal to bow, from my refusal to let him intimidate me? Or is he angry at how he wants me? The fire in his eyes, the parted kissable lips – he wants me. I search his face, dumbfounded, wanting to know.
“What if I begged you,” he murmurs, softer this time. “I just want another taste.”
His words are for me and me alone, though our audience is the entire cafeteria. They don’t know what he is saying to me, or know what he wants – they think he is putting me in my place.
“You know you want to,” he teases, and his tongue darts up to wet his bottom lip. “You feel this too. You want this too.”
I’m drawn to the movement, and my pulse quickens, desire pooling in my stomach. I hate how he makes me feel – both wanton and helpless, both filled with desire and repulsed by him. He’s handsome and he scares me. He’s done nothing but make me miserable.
And yet, I’d fuck him in a heartbeat if I had no control.
I want to pull him down to me and forget how angry he has made me feel.
“In your dreams,” I finally rasp, and his eyebrow quirks at my quivering voice. “I will never kiss you.”
His fingers come up and when I don’t flinch, he presses his palm along the side of my face. His touch is tender, though I know inside hides a cruel monster.
“You will,” he says with certainty. Again, the tip of his tongue wets his lip. The action sends a thrilling response to my core. “You want this just as much as I do.”
His hand comes to my stomach, and I frown. A hard rectangular object is between us. My fingers come up and grasp my phone. As I take it from him, his thumb presses into my bottom lip. A dizzying rush of desire clouds my thoughts – I want more.
“Remember who this is from,” he says, before breaking the spell by stepping away.
I don’t want to remember. I’m tingling and dizzy and my core is throbbing. Emmett knows how much his presence affects me. As he gives me a wink before loping away, I realize that Emmett will always remind me.
I do want him. And I shouldn’t. It’s all sorts of wrong. There’s nothing normal about this situation. There’s nothing normal about Emmett Jameson.
* * *
That one sophomore kid is back at my locker. I almost groan with frustration, but I bite my tongue and walk up to him. I need my books for next period.
“Hey, little whore,” he says, eyes glued to my boobs.
“Get lost, perv.” I’m not in the mood to deal with him. He and hundreds of other horny male teenagers have seen my boobs, and I don’t want word to go around that I can be harassed.
That role, it seems, is exclusively for The Elites.
And I will not tolerate this shit from anyone else..
“I thought you’d say that,” he says, and I notice he has a slight speech impediment. There’s Cheetos dust on his fingers and around the collar of his polo. Gross. “So I propose a proposition. I mean, we all saw what just happened in the cafeteria.”